Not a happy ghost
Poem:- Not a happy ghost!
A son, A son I dreamt of fathering
For many years as daughters did flow
Settled did I to not having one
My loving children eased that blow.
I made mistakes with my life
What a toll it took
Cost me time with my children
Then my wife took me to book
As if it were, life took pity
A boy child came my way
I really dug in to give him all
Denied him naught they say.
Tried my best to nurture
Took him everywhere
Pointing always to the rights and wrongs of life
As we- and the Welsh hills- did pair
Cannoing, cycling, walking
No mountain was too high
I took that boy all over Wales
As the years, too quickly, passed us by.
All of a sudden he was a young man
With friends who taught him wrong
Bit by bit he drifted from my teachings
It was like a woeful song
My friends they kept telling me
‘He’ll right himself one day
But my heart is bursting from the thought
That he will go worse, and then decay
I wish for things to be better,
but what I wish for most
For that lad to make me a happy man
NOT a happy ghost!